Well, by the "partied with" rules we have on here.
My grandfather and I got tickets for the Houston game in the president's box. ( I know people. Well, I don't know people, but I do know people who know people...or something like that. Thanks Keith) Anywho, my grandfather is 85 and like alot of 85 year olds, he doesn't get around too well. He also doesn't give a damn who he's talking to. It's always interesting when you go places with him. We got parked in lot 4, which is right under stadium, and I went and picked up the tickets. I get back to the truck and my grandfather is talking about getting over to Hunter Henry for the president's brunch thing. Well, he can't walk that far and is standing on the north side of the stadium trying to flag down ANYONE on a golf cart. I was on the phone with my dad and I just hear my grandfather yell, "HEY BOY! I NEED A RIDE!" The guy on the golf cart says, "Sure thing, sir. Where are we going?" We start heading that way and I take a good look at who's driving us because I'm pretty sure I know this guy from somewhere. "Can I ask you something? What's your name?" He reaches his hand over the seat to shake mine and says, "My name is Greg Byrne." To which my grandfather asks,"Who?"
The ninja introduced himself to my grandfather and told him, "I'm MSU's athletic director."
Greg Byrne won over another MSU alumni Saturday. My grandfather is no longer pissed at him for not hiring Tommy Raffo. (I know, I know.)
BTW, the President's Box is pretty cool. I could get used to sitting up there and away from the common folk.
My grandfather and I got tickets for the Houston game in the president's box. ( I know people. Well, I don't know people, but I do know people who know people...or something like that. Thanks Keith) Anywho, my grandfather is 85 and like alot of 85 year olds, he doesn't get around too well. He also doesn't give a damn who he's talking to. It's always interesting when you go places with him. We got parked in lot 4, which is right under stadium, and I went and picked up the tickets. I get back to the truck and my grandfather is talking about getting over to Hunter Henry for the president's brunch thing. Well, he can't walk that far and is standing on the north side of the stadium trying to flag down ANYONE on a golf cart. I was on the phone with my dad and I just hear my grandfather yell, "HEY BOY! I NEED A RIDE!" The guy on the golf cart says, "Sure thing, sir. Where are we going?" We start heading that way and I take a good look at who's driving us because I'm pretty sure I know this guy from somewhere. "Can I ask you something? What's your name?" He reaches his hand over the seat to shake mine and says, "My name is Greg Byrne." To which my grandfather asks,"Who?"
The ninja introduced himself to my grandfather and told him, "I'm MSU's athletic director."
Greg Byrne won over another MSU alumni Saturday. My grandfather is no longer pissed at him for not hiring Tommy Raffo. (I know, I know.)
BTW, the President's Box is pretty cool. I could get used to sitting up there and away from the common folk.